Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid? Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made? and questions of that sort perplexed the bulging cosmos, O in short was sandalwood in good supply when he flared out of history & the obituary in The New York Times into the world of generosity creating the air where are & can be, only, heroes? Statues & rhymes signal his fiery Passage, a mountainous sea, the occlusion of a star: anything afterward, of a high lament, let too his giant faults appear, as sent together with his virtues down and let this day be his, throughout the town, region & cosmos, lest he freeze our blood with terrible returns.
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